You swept in like a storm. Everything holding me back is gone—the stagnation, the decaying roots lassoing me down, all of it—and suddenly, I can breathe fully. I can live. You’re my wind, Ivan.” Tears burned in his eyes. Ivan couldn’t form words if his life depended on it. He’d been so afraid of pushing Aiden too far. Of destroying their relationship before it could even properly form. And all this time, that was what Aiden needed—the sharp, thrilling change Ivan brought with him.
